TOTALLY NOT CUTE! C’mon peeps–those TP can’t be used anymore–very wasteful. Meg, you are sending the wrong message to people. Anything destructive and wasteful is cute….To the owner, keep the puppy out of the areas where you have the TPs—it’s that simple!

Rina, I don’t think Meg is sending a wrong message because I doubt that pet owners try to reinact this scene and then take silly pictures just for the satisfaction of cuteness and wasting TP.

There are also other things in the world right now a little more important than wasting a few sheets of TP like, er, um, WAR. Let’s focus on preventing more human casualties rather than being the “TP Police”.

Well, those are paper towels, no?
When my cats inevitably find a roll of PTs (or TP, for that matter)…and shred it….I still use them. Just pick them up and fold what you can to use later. There’s always a liquid cat incident to use them on soon after. The rest of the tiny stuff stays awhile so everyone can play. Then gets swept up. Saves on those resource-draining cat toys, doncha know. :P

Rina, seriously, unclench! Pets get in to things, it’s just a part of their cute, mishchievious natures, it’s not bad, or environment destroyingly evil, it just happens, I’m sure no one actually wants to be running to the store for more TP ever other day, consider it a cute lesson learned and move on.

On the subject of cute hijinx: I had a bird who partially destroyed two remote controls before we figured out who was doing it and what was going on. So then we started flipping it over so that she couldn’t get to the buttons, but she learned to pull the battery covers off. She’d carry them around in her beak and tweat defiantly. It was so funny.

The moral of the story is: If their is is mischief to be found, the pets, they will find it.

As the owner of this mischievous Boston, I would just like to say that it is not toilet paper, but PAPER TOWELS, as a few of you have noticed. He happened to get into a brand new 12-pack of Bounty rolls that I thought was up out of his reach while I was out.

No staging necessary. That was the guilty expression he offered me when I walked in the door.